peers into my eyes, desire and confusion warring inside him.
I spread my legs wide and rock against him. “I want you, my king. I need you deep inside me, mated and loved.”
His low purr vibrates through me.
My fangs lengthen, and without a thought, I sink them deep into his shoulder. He roars and enters me, filling me as I cry against his warm skin, his blood flowing on my tongue. His hands grip mine, holding me down as I take everything he offers—his body, his blood, the bond between our souls.
I let go and lick my lips as he claims my mouth again, his body surging into mine and shaking the bed with each powerful stroke.
“Mine.” He nips at my lips as he owns me again and again, his powerful body made for me and me alone. Releasing my hands, he grabs my hair and pulls, arching me so he can suck my throat.
Digging my nails into his back, I hold on as he pistons into me, my breasts tingling with pleasure as he dominates every bit of me, his hard chest rubbing me just right.
Gripping one breast, he runs his tongue along my nipple, then clamps down, his hips still working me as I gasp for breath and twist his hair in my fingers. I moan as he sucks the bud into his mouth, his tongue massaging the tip as my legs spread even wider. Every moment of contact between us is like a little spark of electricity, millions of them lighting me up from the inside.
He pulls away, his eyes dark, and grips my hips. With a rough yank, he turns me over and pulls me onto my knees. With a hard thrust, he enters me from behind. I cry out as he leans over me, his chest against my folded wings as he fills me with hard strokes.
My toes curl when he licks the back of my neck, then bites, breaking the skin with his fangs. He holds onto me like an animal, keeping me right where he wants me as he gives me everything I want. When he runs a hand beneath me and strokes my clit, I begin to shake, my pleasure winding around inside me like thread on a tight spool.
The sound of his skin hitting mine ricochets around the room, and the bed bangs against the wall to his impossible rhythm. I push back against him, driving him further inside me as his fingers strum my sensitive spot. He bites harder, the pain like gasoline on the fire that already burns between us. My hips seize, and I gasp as my release hits, the pleasure coursing through me, overflowing until I can barely breathe, barely feel anything except the tension unwinding in languid waves of pleasure.
Leander growls against my skin, then shoves hard and deep. His cock kicks inside me, and he spurts his seed with a roar. We pant together, our bodies joined and sharing in each other’s pleasure. As my release fades, my knees spread, and I sink down into the bed, Leander on top of me, still inside me.
He releases the bite, then licks the wound. “We must go.” He pulls out, and I breathe out a hard sigh.
Dressing quickly, he pulls my clothes from the floor and brings them to me.
“Hurry. We shouldn’t have tarried.”
“I enjoyed tarrying.” I roll over and stretch my arms above my head.
His gaze goes to my breasts and then lower, the evidence of our love-making on my thighs. “Taylor,” he growls. “You will drive me mad with lust.” He searches around and finds a small towel. “Here.” After cleaning me up, he hands me my clothes. “We have to get you out of here. It’s not safe.”
“I’m perfectly safe.” I sit up and pull on my shirt. “You’re the one who’s iffy.”
“What?”
I snap my fingers, and dozens of undead guards rush into the room, followed by my father, a cruel grin on his face. “No!” The voice inside me is louder. It’s as if she grows stronger each moment we’re in Leander’s presence.
“It seems the traitor has come back to me.” Shathinor motions for the guards to take Leander. “Foolish usurper. You should have burned my body and scattered the ashes across Arin.”
“I’ll get that taken care of this time around.” Leander blasts the room with ice.
“Not so fast, lover.” I call on my dark heart of death and send an orb of black to swirl around him like a shadowy prison. “Touch that